I used to think intoxication and sex draws true Art out of me.

But not at all, like sure it does a little bit but nothing compared to this magnitude.

The point is it’s her who draws it all out of me, always her.

I just need to look at her and think about her and boom I am throwing myself at her through creation like an irresistible force overriding all other forces.

We find ourselves in the reflection of others.

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“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”

― John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love“I was just running away from the person I’d been for the past five years. I wasn’t particularly pleased with the person I was now,

but I had hated and despised the other one, and I was glad to be rid of her face.”